That could not have gone better in terms of getting a reaction. Takatora was only cool as ice if you didn't happen to be someone he was close to on a personal level; there was a wealth of feeling and emotion in that heart, to both his cost and benefit.

It made him oh so easy to tease.

"I'm just as engrossed in it now as I was before, Takatora."

Still smiling to himself, Yoshitsugu reached out to pry one of Takatora's hands away from those heated cheeks and pressed the playing piece he'd been holding into it.

"Hold your comrade."